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			<title>We're Starting To Take Notice</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1208969/</link>
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			<title>Blue Box</title>
			<description>I'm not a human being; I walk in eternity.One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.When I say run, run. ...RUN!Run for your life!Basically, run.W..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1205487/</link>
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			<title>Highway's End</title>
			<description>Being the last.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1160520/</link>
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			<title>An Amaranth Is She</title>
			<description>short</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1137412/</link>
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			<title>Witch</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;While I sleep the gods watch over meIn my dreams, I fly over the gentle seaCalmly passing mountains where wild men wait to teachChildren like myself, those who a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1136727/</link>
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			<title>Child</title>
			<description>Her dress is still dripping redKnife in her small palm-The parents forever sleep</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1136664/</link>
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			<title>Young Things</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1133814/</link>
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			<title>Revival</title>
			<description>Beneath winter's grief of a day lost in timeResides but still hides the cold burning sublimeOf a flame, finely framed, forged in frost and snowThat savors, it wavers and waits for its rebirthHardened by the garden of a white quilted EarthEternal, infernal, this candle's light will growReady to bring..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1132509/</link>
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			<title>Bully</title>
			<description>Careful who you pick on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1132008/</link>
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			<title>Ted Cola: Pruner (Meets the Boring Metal Nanny)</title>
			<description>#1 Superhero of All Time.  Of All Time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1130010/</link>
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			<title>Final</title>
			<description>Poem I did many years ago</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1129931/</link>
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			<title>Skin</title>
			<description>Skin is holding us back.Our bodies dance in rhythm tothe beat of the Earth.Connecting us to a higher beingSoftly, slowly wrapping us in its embraceBut skin is holding us back.Warm, caressive agression licks our soulsBinding, penetrating our hearts with its fireA musical chord is played in the cosmos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1129926/</link>
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			<title>Some  Spider</title>
			<description>Alliteration about everyone's favorite animal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1129925/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>randomness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1129921/</link>
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			<title>Sibyl Vane</title>
			<description>&quot;Each of us has heaven and hell in him.&quot;

-Line from Oscar WIlde's A Picture Of Dorian Gray</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1129901/</link>
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			<title>3:06</title>
			<description>Penny had a bad dream.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RideBoldlyRide/1128157/</link>
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			<title>At Fuseli's</title>
			<description>&quot;And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.&quot;     ~Oscar Wilde</description>
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